"Mrs. de Lancey has gone with her--to
do some shopping. I see. That will take all day, she said? She is
going to call on Lucille--to-night--that's what she told her new
maid there? To-night? That's all right, my boy. I just wanted to
be sure. Don't worry. We'll look out for her here, all right. Now,
Warrington, you just keep perfectly quiet. No relapses, you know,
old fellow. We can take care of everything. I'm glad you told me.
Good-bye."
Garrick had finished up his conversation with Warrington in a
confident and reassuring tone, quite the opposite to that with
which he had started and even more in contrast with the expression
on his face as he talked.
"I didn't want to alarm the boy unnecessarily," he explained to
me, as he hung up the receiver. "I could tell that he was very
weak yet and that the trip up to Tuxedo had almost done him up. It
seems that she thought a good deal of Lucille--there's the
address--99 Ninth. You can never tell about these maids, though.
Lucille may be all right--or the other maid may be all bad, or
vice versa.
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